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we built our own worldfrom newspaper cutouts and untaken chancesand from champagne glassesstacked atop one anotherin an attempt at something coherent,melt them down into an hourglasslet the ashes of fallen erasslipbetween grains of sandand watchas memories drift upblend into the black smoke of burning cities,the rain will wash the sky awayand fall onto all the mistakes we’ve made,in this forest of forgotten troubleswe’ll wander offhiding from abandoned dreamsin the holes we’ve carvedout of each other’s heartsfilling each space as if they make upfor all the missed opportunitieswe pretend don’t exist…and we’ll welcome the rainas it pulls apart moments ofchurning cloudsbecause when the sun reappearsthe light just getscaught in our lungsand ultraviolet only burns through uspooling and refractingin false perceptionsof foaming gold and bitternessin champagne glasses.